Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Bailey was betting on Lionel's memory of the past; she was betting on how Victoria used to mean something to him.

In the end, Bailey won the bet.

Five minutes later, Lionel replied with a message.

Lionel: You should know what it would be like if she comes to meet me. Seven years ago, she and her father ruined me. The only way I can alleviate the resentment in me is to crush her seven years later. Let's put it this way—if you make her see me, you'll be pushing her to hell. Will you still let her see me if that's the case?

A bitter chuckle escaped Bailey, and she handed the phone to Victoria.

After Victoria saw it, she started laughing and laughing until her laughter dissolved into sobs.

“I'm sorry, Bay. I know I shouldn't be this selfish and make you bear this burden, but you're the only one who can save me now.”

Bailey snatched her phone back and sent Lionel another message.

It was a simple one, saying: Your location.

Lionel responded quicker than before. In less than ten seconds, Bailey received an address.

After Victoria saw it, she leaped to her feet and headed toward the door.

Bailey's pained voice came from behind her. “Vicky, if you don't want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life, then you have to keep living. Even if there isn't a part of you that's unscathed after this, you must learn to rebirth again. At the very least... don't forget that you have me as a friend.”

Victoria skidded to a stop, but she did not turn around. In a hoarse voice, she uttered, “Okay.”

Bailey's knees buckled when she watched Victoria leave, and she fell back onto the couch.

Perhaps she could rescue Victor from prison, but that did not matter.

Doing that would only make Lionel exact his revenge with even more vigor. Although Bailey could save them once, she could not keep saving them forever.

Victoria had been very troubled and living with guilt and self-blame for so many years. Perhaps the only way she would be able to walk out of the pain was after going through some rude awakening. Maybe it was only then she would be able to let go of the past.

By arranging for their meeting, Bailey was pushing her into hell, but that push would save Victoria.

All she could hope for at that moment was for Victoria to stick to her promise and transform into a new person after putting a stop to the past that had been haunting her.

Victoria went to the suburbs per the address Lionel sent, and she came to a condominium surrounded by mountains.

When she went past the security room, a security guard handed her a bunch of keys, saying that it was what Lionel told him to do.

Victoria took them and went to the sixth floor to open the door to Unit 602. Inside, it was empty, but the place was decorated luxuriously and somewhat familiar.

Memories flooded her mind.

This layout... It's Lionel's. He designed this layout back then for the house we were going to move into after our wedding.

Lionel once told her that they were not going to live in a mansion after marriage. It was far too huge and spacious, and it did not feel homely at all. They had planned to buy a condominium of hundreds of square meters with everything in the house designed and decorated by them. That place was going to be their home.

As it turned out, Lionel had secretly prepared this house back then.

He had once given her a home.

She was the one who indirectly ruined all of that. Every dreadful moment he had gone through was because of her.

“Lionel... Lionel...”

Her weak legs could no longer support her weight, and she fell against the wall and slowly slide to the ground. There, she remained still on the cold floor.

Night came, and the house turned dim until the darkness swallowed everything up.

Lionel never came.

It was then she realized that the man was forcing her to stay in that condominium to feel what the betrayal and pain were like for him back then.

It was a move that struck right in her heart and was far worse than skinning her alive.

The next day, at Luther Group's headquarters.

The three days that Rhonda had given to Bailey for the design of the wedding dress were up, so Rhonda came to Luther Group's office with a haughty demeanor.

In the past, executives would have tried to ignore and dismiss her.

However, things were different. Now that she was the future “Mrs. Luther,” everyone in the company was exceptionally polite to her.

That boosted her ego.

Everyone, from the first floor to the highest floor, would politely greet her as “Mrs. Luther.” Their greetings inflated her ego to the point she nearly exploded like an overinflated balloon.

Rhonda, with her hand on her hip, entered the lead designer's office, only to see Bailey flipping through some documents. She then laughed and asked, “Ms. Jefferson, have you forgotten about the task I assigned to you three days ago?”

Bailey froze in her motions before raising her head to look at Rhonda's flat stomach. She then curled her lips and said, “Everyone knows that you're pregnant, so there's no need for you to pose like that. It's still early—you're only one month pregnant. You don't need to walk around with your hand on your hip. It'll be tiring.”

A look of displeasure crossed Rhonda's face.

“Don't be mad. It'll be bad for you, and if anything happens, you'll need to do an amniotic fluid test. You might even need the baby's father's blood to keep the baby healthy. It's a pretty miserable thing.”